Greg Brown - Summer evening

^DSay this deal's about ^Gover, and I guess that's ^Dtrue, Town used to have ^Atwelve stores, now we got ^Dtwo. ^D7 Big boys^G movin' in, small farmers ^Dmovin' on. The way may be ^Agoin', but the life ain't ^Dgone. ^D7

On a summer ^Gevenin' when the corn's head ^Dhigh, And there's more lightnin' ^Abugs than stars in the ^Dsky.^D7 Ah, you get the ^Gfeelin' things may be ^Dalright, On a summer ^Aevenin' before the dark of ^Dnight.^D7

Walked down by the ^Griver where my good fields ^Dare, It's a dusty old ^Aroad, but there ain't many ^Dcars.^D7 Think about my ^Gwife, my daughter and my ^Dson, If the good Lord's still ^Alookin', the Lord's will be ^Ddone.

But on a summer ^Gevenin' when the corn's head ^Dhigh, And there's more lightnin' ^Abugs than stars in the ^Dsky.^D7 Ah, you get the ^Gfeelin' things may be ^Dalright, On a summer ^Aevenin' before the dark of ^Dnight. ^D7

^DMmm, on a summer ^Gevenin' when the corn's head ^Dhigh, And there's more lightnin' ^Abugs than stars in the ^Dsky. Ah you get the ^Gfeelin' things may be ^Dalright, On a summer ^Aevenin' before the dark of ^Dnight. On a summer ^Aevenin' before the dark of ^Gnight.^{G D D}